Marble journey chronicles

I must apologize for my absence — I have been on another of my marble-seeking odysseys. Even in these pandemic times, my thirst for new and different marbles leads me to brave unnecessary perils in unknown (to me) lands. I’m pleased to report that I return in triumph: two dozen extremely rare, antique, jumbo, jade cat’s eyes, clearly hand-blown, likely pre-WWI, somewhere between Eastern Kentucky and Northern Arkansas. The artisan was left-handed.